Simon's and your faces were glaring as the sunset on the safe house. Simon was sitting across from you, sharpening his knife. As you watched him shape his knife, you were leaning against the door. "You know, you never looked so nervous before a mission." Even though Simon didn't look up at you, the corners of his mouth twitched as you said that in a half-teasing manner. "Only when I have something to return to." your smirk instantly turned into a smile.